Here's my image for our fall mailing. My eight-year-old son asked, "hey mom, what's up with the giant pumpkin?" When I said I wasn't really sure. He proceeded to tell me how he thought the pumpkin was going to start rocking, roll down the hill, crush the girl and then smash in the bushes behind her. He punctuated each step with an gleefully evil snigger and various crushing noises. Sigh, I had no idea I had created such a violent image.